tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52961402011-04-22T03:42:35.336+08:00ying. 19. emotionally fuckedup. don't come near me because i bite.wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1066225997869753182003-10-15T21:53:00.000+08:002003-10-15T21:53:17.303+08:00

It's goodbye. Email me if you want to know where I'll be.

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Oh and anyone with a livejournal code to spare, please please please let me know. Thanks alot. You will have my eternal love and gratitude.

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I'm in school on a Saturday. Voluntarily. OMFG. It's kind of peaceful. Studying alone, the only one in the whole level. Basking in the quietness of things, everything seems calm and serene and time almost as if it's stopped. I like it this way. I don't need to be surrounded by people all the time. Sometimes it's nice to just have the whole room to yourself. So you can think aloud, sing out loud

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1063787438099118942003-09-17T16:30:00.000+08:002003-09-17T16:30:37.833+08:00

Maybe it's time to say goodbye to this.

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Time passes fast when one's busy doesn't it? Spent the last few hours in school trying to study but in actual fact, have done more surfing and chatting. -sigh- There hasn't been much to write of late. Nothing inspiring nor particularly agitating has happened. Life's been this routine, that remains the same day in and day out where you get sucked into this daily pattern of waking up in the

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1062918187848342012003-09-07T15:03:00.000+08:002003-09-07T15:03:07.900+08:00

Doesn't the word group in group project mean anything? Just because it's stated that one person should present and write the report doesn't mean that you abandon that person to his/her own devices and not give a damn anymore right? Just because the person has completed his presentation independently doesn't mean he/she doesn't need you, you know? What happened to looking out for each other and

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Time passes in the twinkle of an eye doesn't it? Before I know it, 3 weeks have passed since the beginning of school. I'm still trying to adapt to the new environment, having been so accustomed and comfortable to the SP style. Socially, I'm faring well. I have friends, good pals, crappy assholes, and gossip kakis to hang with, unlike the nightmare I had been expecting. Academically though, I'm

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I've graduated. The ceremony was held on Wednesday at the new convention centre and it was nice catching up with friends that I've not seen for awhile, and may be seeing for the last time. I'm happy. Of course I am. For being able to finish my course smoothly and being lucky enough to fare well, coming out with many valuable and enriching experiences. As I've said to so many people of late,

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"If no one doing Popular with you, and you need to meet with their representative then I go down wif you okay?" It's stuff like this that makes me feel much better and that no matter how things seem to be, or how alone I feel, people still care. Especially coming from Ben whom I don't really know that well, it's twice as touching. Guess even though I think I'm going to do horrendously

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This has to be a first in my entire life. After only 2 days of school, I'm feeling unbelievably stressed out. (Or should it be up?) No. I was stressed after a day of school. But now, I'm just going mad. And the headaches are all coming back. The throbbing ache that won't go away. *sulks* If you told me on Sunday that school would be that tough, I'd probably laugh it off. Seriously, how tough

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'Tis madness. School hasn't even started and there're people asking me whether I've bought my textbooks or if I want to form project groups with them. "Well if u wanna squeeze into the bookshop with 2200 students, then take ur time." -rolls eyes- What's the fucking rush for? It's not like I have to get my books on the first day right? Heck, I don't even have to get the books from school. So

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1060452600269397492003-08-10T02:10:00.000+08:002003-08-10T02:10:00.293+08:00

Me. Late at night. Insecure, restless, edgy, lonely, dissatisfied. Very much lost and waiting to be found. With thoughts running a mile a minute in the head, yet not finding the words to express them coherently. And unbelievably weary.

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Heading to Chinatown with my parents for porridge and inevitably tucking into more delicious food (sharksfin, tofu, jellyfish, crab, prawns, oh and the cheap and yummy raw fish :)~). Passing by the snackshop on the way to the car, and end up lugging a ton of sweets, dried strawberries, crackers, haw flakes, bak gua and the like home. Having chee kweh and porridge for breakfast, followed by a

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I don't really have much to write these days. Not that I haven't been doing anything but rather, nothing has inspired me to actually post an entry. I suppose it's because things have been rather hectic of late. What with chilling with friends (old and new), trying to settle school stuff before it starts, mug and cram statistics (not that I've been doing much of it), I haven't really had much

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1059313072281633992003-07-27T21:37:00.000+08:002003-07-27T21:37:52.236+08:00

Have I told you how much I love the Esplanade. And how I love the library@esplanade especially more so? The place is so serene and beautiful during weekday afternoons. Cheesy as it sounds, it soothes my soul and leaves me strangely at peace with myself. No warring thoughts and conflicting emotions. Just a quietness within me that I thoroughly enjoy having. Then there's the cafes and bars there

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1059158710704317332003-07-26T02:45:00.000+08:002003-07-26T02:45:10.756+08:00

Wanjing made a bet with Lifang and me today. 20 bucks that Lifang will get hitched in 6 months, and that I'd get hitched in a year. Lifang and I are looking forward to an extra 20 bucks each. :) // We came to the conclusion that the guys we dig will never ever go for girls like us. And at the same time, we refuse to settle for less. So does that signify an eternity of doomed spinsterhood for

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I passed by SP on Wednesday and at that moment, I wanted to cry so badly. I never imagined how badly I'd miss SP. It's not like I'd been very active in school, nor have I had that many friends there. Yet I still feel this huge sense of loss, remembering how safe a haven it was, how comfortable and happy I'd been when I was there, and knowing that I don't belong there anymore kills me. I miss

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Discovered recently that frankfurters taste much better when they're baked rather than boiled. Oh, and it's much more fun baking them instead of boiling them too! The oven's hot. The frankfurters frozen. Shortly after placing them in the oven, they start making this loud sizzling sounds and steam starts coming out from the oven. The frankfurters turn redder and redder each minute and looks

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Had nothing to do so decided to go through the messages in my handphone. -sigh- Some of them were from friends that I haven't contacted in months now and I can't help but think back on how good things were back then. When we'd sms each other on a regular basis even if we didn't see each other and it felt like the friendship was still intact. "Lots of love...Missing ya...I'm here always" How

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It's funny how one can feel so alone despite being surrounded by people. How there can be billions of people in existance, and yet you wonder why the only person that seems to be around is you. Sometimes I feel like I'm watching all that's going on from above. Detached from my body, from the harsh realities that assault my senses day after day, where I remain as a passive observer of my life,

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1058287434285165832003-07-16T00:43:00.000+08:002003-07-16T00:43:54.313+08:00

It's official. I'm a student of SMU. And will be for the next 3-4 years. I can't say I'm ecstatic though. To be honest, the thought of having to study another couple of years is pretty depressing. Not that I'd rather be working but I wish I didn't have to make friends all over again. Rebuild my social circle etc. I'm sure there're tons of nice people there, I'm just not sure they're MY type of

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1058286367363377772003-07-16T00:26:00.000+08:002003-07-16T00:27:59.823+08:00

10 Things I Hate About You was as fantastic as I remembered. :) The scene where Heath Ledger belted out "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" to Julia Stiles. Where they played paintball and ended up making out in the haystack. And of course who could forget, the scene that made my heart clench so bad. With her reciting the poem. "I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1058102293739263462003-07-13T21:18:00.000+08:002003-07-13T21:18:13.810+08:00

It's funny how I seem to bump into more friends recently, especially the ones in my new school. It's as if God's been dropping them in my path so I can re-acquaint myself with them so I won't feel so alone when I'm at school. Hmm. I'll be going for matriculation tomorrow. I'm quite excited to be formally enrolled in the school but I can't say I'm psyched to know the people there. It's probably

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1057852998399220042003-07-11T00:03:00.000+08:002003-07-11T00:03:18.303+08:00

Maybe if I didn't see so much of her, then I won't feel like she's rubbing me the wrong way.

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1057811024711846122003-07-10T12:23:00.000+08:002003-07-10T12:23:44.740+08:00

OBS was exhausting. Came back yesterday evening and fell asleep about half an hour after I reached home. Woke up 15 hours later, feeling much more energised but still very drained. My whole body's aching, even the muscles I never knew existed. And there's all the bruises and bites on my arms and legs. But it was a good experience. Yes, despite all my complains about how sore and achey I am now

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I shall never ever wear accessories when I go clubbing. -sigh- Lost my favourite ring, oh so beautiful and lovely as well as 1 of the pair of earrings that Lifang gave me. Fuck. I'm really very pissed off and upset. -cries- // So I was bopping to the beats of the music and I saw this guy dancing opposite me. When I looked into his eyes, and it was also at this same moment that he caught me

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What's it with people thinking they don't need to know how to spell because there is spellcheck? And blaming their mistakes on the lack of a spellcheck facility? What's it with my neighbours blasting their stereo and/or the television set and playing the harmonica at 11 pm? What happened to consideration? Or are they deaf and I did not realise it? What's it with Singaporeans being the way they

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A Whiter Shade Of Pale has such a haunting melody I can't get it out of my head. But after listening to it countless times, I still don't understand the lyrics of the song. Anyone?

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I wish I was smarter. Straight As and fucking brilliant. Beyond getting good grades, I wish I could write like those out there, never lacking words and always churning out passages that touch my heart, touch my soul. Beautiful lines of poetry that sends shivers up one's spine, so chillingly captivating, spellbinding. I wish I was prettier. With a beauty that no one could resist and everyone

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It's amazing how I can go from happily optimistic to depressingly sad freak in a matter of minutes. In fact, it's nothing short of shocking. -snap- Oops, was that the sound of my sanity breaking loose? "I can see the pain in you I can see the love in you But fighting all the demons will take time It will take time" Time. Tick tock, tick tock. "If I was to give in Give it up and then take a

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I'm so disgustingly tired. My hands are red and sore and my arms are aching terribly. I swear even my usual taekwondo session isn't that exhausting. So what was I up to? I went shopping. If you're not in the know, the Mango sale started today. Angie called me at 8.30 am telling me she was already outside the Centrepoint Mango outlet. I thought she was quite mad to be there so early but I was

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1056081399292260762003-06-20T11:56:00.000+08:002003-06-20T11:56:39.206+08:00

I'll be going for OBS made compulsory by my new school from 7th - 9th July. Let's just say I'm not an outdoor person by nature but if circumstances deem it necessary, I'm actually quite fine with it. But. (Yes, there's always a but.) I'm going with a whole group of strangers. People whom I have not known of their existance and we'll be spending a good 3 days together. Goodness. Being the

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How many of your friends have been molested? Or rather, were you ever? A close friend of mine was, on the bus, a couple of days ago. Details aside, she stood up, shouted at the culprit and everybody on the bus looked, but nobody volunteered any assistance. Before she could inform the bus driver about it, the fucker had already alighted. She met up with us and was so angry, she was on the verge

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What's wrong with me? I'm blessed with a family (not exactly loving but not abusive either), friends whom love me despite the nut I am (putting up with the horrendous shit that I give them everytime), freedom to do pretty much all the things I want to and the opportunity to be educated. I've my own bedroom, a decent monthly allowance and if I need more, I'm always welcome to ask for it (within

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055436764709482732003-06-13T00:52:00.000+08:002003-07-26T03:08:36.986+08:00

I've been dreaming a lot lately. Dreams that don't quite make sense, where I wake up and think "Whoa, what the hell went on back there?" You know it's hard remembering what you dreamt the night before, well, try remembering 3 to 4 in one night. -sigh- So far, happy dreams have not made much of an appearance. Which is a good thing. Because I don't wake up feeling pained and/or crushed.

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055435101332393172003-06-13T00:25:00.000+08:002003-06-13T00:25:08.653+08:00

I've barely talked to him all day. He's tried to get me to talk by making comments when he watches the television but I just ignore it. -sigh- And I haven't said a single word to my Mom. For god knows what reason. -sigh- I should forgive him, I know. But it's difficult when all the emotions are still so raw. Heck, when I think about it, I start tearing. Tomorrow will be a better day. :)

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055332601733447462003-06-11T19:56:00.000+08:002003-06-11T19:58:47.246+08:00

I'm so fucking pissed off with my brother. Oh the guy who's hogging the computer from 1 pm to 7.30 pm (followed by 9pm on that very same day to 1 am) can actually accuse me of being a hogger? When I've only been on at 3.30 pm and it's what? Barely 8 pm? Is there a need to be so fucking hostile and rude? "So if I didn't ask for the computer, you can use the computer the whole day?" So 4 hours

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055328820773704162003-06-11T18:53:00.000+08:002003-06-11T18:53:40.576+08:00

So plans for Mambo have been shelved. Just a week ago, I was so excited and happy at the thought of hitting the dance floor and couldn't wait for it to come. Now, when it's finally here, I feel so lethargic and stoned that I can't even imagine stepping out of the house to get dinner, not to mention shaking my non-existant booty at Zouk. No energy to summon! No more zest! What's wrong with me?

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055180644920540282003-06-10T01:44:00.000+08:002003-06-10T01:44:04.923+08:00

Went shopping with Mom today and I must say that I had a really great time. Then again, it could probably be due to the fact that she was paying which made me so happy. :) Anyhow, the GSS isn't that fantastic. I mean the discounts are mindboggling but there's nothing in my size! (Probably because it's old stock, or it's been snapped up already.) -sigh- And when I finally find something lovely

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055003978749638562003-06-08T00:39:00.000+08:002003-06-08T00:39:38.780+08:00

And I'm running out of things to say. Like my nick pinkgnome, I'm turning out to be droll and uninteresting. I hope this is only temporary.

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1055003905906270532003-06-08T00:38:00.000+08:002003-06-08T00:38:25.940+08:00

So it seems like I'll be starting lessons at SMU come August. I can't say I'm psyched but at the very least, I'm happy that I know now what's the direction my life's going to take. And the acceptance letter's in front of me now, all filled in and ready to be posted. But me being me, for some weird reason, hesitate to post it. Is this the path for me? Really? Once I post it, things will be

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I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling. I can only say it's anything but good. -sigh- Shiqi's email made me realised what a lousy friend I've been. As compared to how things are between me and Lifang, I'm disgusted at myself. I'm sorry Qi. For not being there when you need me, for hardly making the effort to keep in touch with you, or ask after you, for being so selfish and lazy and

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1054194593501405752003-05-29T15:49:00.000+08:002003-05-29T15:49:53.490+08:00

I've been having very disturbing dreams of late. Of people that I never thought I'd dream of. Not to mention in that sort of context. (No, not horny wet dreams, you pervert.) It's mightily unnerving, wrecking havoc on my emotional wellbeing and I almost feel as if I'm going mental. Bittersweet. // Some of my results were released yesterday and things seem good so far. At the very least, I

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1054050193944854212003-05-27T23:43:00.000+08:002003-06-02T02:43:43.673+08:00

I'm a horrid person. The worst ever one can find. I hate losing my temper. Because then I'd feel guilty after. And I'd have to apologise. But I can't because if I say one more word, I'll start crying. Heck, I'm crying before I say anything. I'm a horrid person. The worst of the human species. Why why why. I don't want to hear that. Don't ask why. Just accept it. I'm going mad. Slowly but

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1053974526285556542003-05-27T02:42:00.000+08:002003-05-27T02:44:45.570+08:00

I don't usually do this but seeing the result, I simply had to. You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You display a perfect fusion of heroism and compassion. What Matrix Persona Are You?

wanidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148960299213382652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296140.post-1053973282799526322003-05-27T02:21:00.000+08:002003-05-27T02:21:22.840+08:00

The weather has been horrendous of late. I feel perpetually hot and sticky. *sulks* And from what I've seen online, I'm definitely not the only one that feels this way. I want so badly to soak in icy cold water 24/7 and drink tons and tons of coke. Problem being I don't have a bathtub. Oh, and I can't swim so going to the neighbourhood swimming pool seems rather boring. ARGH! Another

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Insecure. Me. -sigh- June's coming. And before we know it, July will be here too. People ask me, "So what're you going to do now that poly's over?" And I'm stumped for an answer. It stinks that nothing is confirmed, or can be until my result slips arrive and are sent over. And now all I can do is jot my incoherent thoughts down, and hope somehow, that it'll help me to feel better.

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I'm a shopaholic. For the past month, I simply can't stop shopping. Everytime I go out, I buy buy buy buy buy. And today was no exception. After a 10 minute speech I gave my mom a couple of days ago, she handed me 100 bucks today, which was promptly spent within the following 8 hours. ARGH! It's like I'm so happy with my purchases, because I think they're really nice and I do like them very

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What do I like to do? I like to find a nice comfortable spot in the library, and immerse myself in a good book. A nice scenery would be an added bonus for when I take a break from the reading, to find blue skies and white clouds. :) What do I like to do? I like to curl up in bed with my bolster that looks exactly like a french loaf, sniffing it, and using my toes to rub my holey blanket that's

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Nothing interesting has happened lately. Which explains the lack of posts. I hope you guys out there are having a more exciting life than me. // You know why I dislike the MRT so much? For one, the seats are terribly hard and very uncomfortable. And small too! But that's not the real problem. The problem's with the 2 rows of parallel seats that face each other. It's fucking uncomfortable

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I don't like it when people who have not smsed me in a while, suddenly sms me out of the blue, not even having the decency to ask how I'm doing and going straight to "What's the number for XXX?" It majorly pisses me off. // You know the Nokia commercial with Christopher Lee and Joanne Peh that's been on the television for the past week? Can anyone shed some light on the song that's playing in

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There're so many pitfalls in life, it's hard to look out for all of them. So many things you want in life, it's hard to have them all. -sigh- So I'm still young. Yes I'm only 19. Then someone tell me why I feel so weary? // Sometimes I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. Me somewhere out there, looking at me, somewhere down there. Wondering what the fuck I'm doing and if there's

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My ears are bleeding. I won't be surprised if they became deaf from my neighbour's horrendous singing. ARGH! It's fucking bad. She's either tone deaf, or simply deaf to all sounds. She brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "singing offkey" and whether it's Hokkien songs or good old English tunes, she ruins them all. I don't think I'm being judgemental because I thought I heard someone

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"Somewhere out there Beneath the pale moonlight Someone's thinking of me And loving me tonight Somewhere out there Someone's saying a prayer That we'll find one another In that big somewhere out there And even though we know how very Far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishing On the same bright star And when the night wind starts to Sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're

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The ice cream sold by the ah peks along Orchard Road, are so much better than any Haagen Dazs flavour you can find in the stores. Question is, what's with the peanuts they add in it huh? Flavour enhancement?

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How are good friends made? Is it all written in the stars or by a stroke of luck? Was chatting with Wanjing over dinner yesterday about how our clique came about. The 6 of us are all so different with rather different backgrounds and yet we, by some chance of fate, found each other and stuck with one another. True, there were times we had quarrels or someone drifted away but at the end of the

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After 2 whole days of staying at home and basically doing nothing 'cept bumming in front of my computer, I'm finally going to get some action tomorrow. Am very happy that the week ahead is packed fill with activities because it means doing stuff I want to do, and hanging with people I like. :) There's so much excitement going on in my head, thinking of things that I want to do, who I can get

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Paid a visit to Marks & Spencer yesterday with Liying. -sigh- First they banned my Poppyseed Crackers. Simply because it's associated to some extent with opium. Then they changed the product range, so now they don't stock my beloved Salt & Vinegar Chips, as well as the Sour Berries. Grr. Thank God for the Cracked Pepper & Salt Pretzels. -sigh-

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Talk about role reversal. Before my exams, it used to be me nagging at my brother to get off the computer, asking him to stop spending so much time online and letting the computer have some "rest time". Now that my exams are over and his has arrived, he's the one bugging me to get my ass away from the PC and making snide comments like how I'm going to spoil it by spending such long hours on it.

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It's over! Yay! I'm so happy and relieved. :) Someone must have prayed for me because I thought the paper went pretty well. I can't say I aced it but I'm quite sure I won't get the dreaded C (I think). Although come to think of it, I did take only an hour to finish a 2 hour paper, so maybe I fouled up real bad and didn't even realise it. Results will be out in 3 weeks. -takes deep breath- More

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My first and last paper will take place tomorrow. Wish me luck and send me your prayers. Mixed feelings now. Should I be happy because the shit's going to be over? Or should I be petrified and a nervous wreck because I feel like I'm going to do badly? Maybe I should be sad because it's the last paper I'll ever take in school (hopefully I won't fail the paper and have to do a supplementary one)

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I hate it when I hang clothes out and half an hour later it starts raining, so I have to bring it all back in. Then when I don't hang anything out, thinking it's going to rain soon, it never does.

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It's funny. I feel like we get along fantastic, and then something happens which makes me think we might be better off as enemies. I don't know what I'm feeling or what I'm supposed to feel anymore. Maybe I'm just numbed to all feelings 'cept the bad ones. :( // I dreamt that I was back in Japan last night. With a whole bunch of people from all the different phases of my life that I'd least

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Guys can be such deceptive horny bastards.

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I feel invincible! -lets out cheer and hops around madly- I've finally finished going through all 13 chapters of my Global Business Environment notes! I think it's a pretty good achievement considering I only started last Thursday and my exam's on Friday which is like, shit, 3 fucking days away! Okay, maybe I'm not that great after all. I haven't gone through my tutorials, nor the past year

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I dreamt of Thorn last night. And though I can't remember the exact details, I vaguely recall him visiting me when I was in camp (with Neini of all people), and how happy I was seeing him. When he came to look for me in my room and check on how I was doing. That warm comforting feeling. Just like the one I had when I dreamt of him. In a sense, I hate having happy dreams. Dreams where my

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Yay! Finally Blogger's working properly. I'm so happy! :) To those who were smart enough to find the May posts, good for you! *pats on back* To those who didn't, now you see them! Yay! Okay, I sound crazed. But you can't blame me. All I've been doing the past few days is study, cram and mug. Okay, maybe not quite. I've been watching a hell lot of a television too, which could explain why nothing

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My exams are in a week's time so by right, I should be at home studying. Then I read the papers and heard of the fantastic sales going on around town and decided to join in the fun! Hee. Am pretty happy with my haul for today though I didn't really buy much. Say 3 tops and a jacket which leaves me a hundred buckeroos poorer and I'm definitely starting to feel the pinch. May has only just begun

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I keep missing the movies TCS 5 has. And I never ever manage to catch those movies that I've never seen on the big screen. Like Forces Of Nature and The Fifth Element! Argh! Someone bring them back soon!

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You know the Courage Fund advertisement MediaCorp's been showing on both their channels? The one where they ask people to dial in and make a donation? Does anyone have any idea what song it is playing in the background? // Okay, publishing and archiving is screwed. Whee.

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The nights get me down bad. When I start feeling extraordinarily alone, and all I want to do is to listen to all these songs of unrequited love and broken-hearted people which inevitably leaves me feeling worse. Not the songs with words of tenderness that lovers whisper to one another or the one with the promise of eternal love. But the songs of sorrow, the ones of unspoken words that should have

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I have this gut feeling that he's avoiding me. I don't know why I think so, or why he would do so, but the feeling is so intense I can't shake it off. Maybe I'm just being overly paranoid and suspicious. Maybe he's just busy. But maybe I'm right. I hate feeling this way. Like a fool, left high and dry, yet continually yearning for him. Craving to see him, dying to hear him, and oh what I

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And here we go again. If you want to ask the rest of the gang out, you DO NOT push it all to me. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WANTS TO MEET THEM BUT YOU WANT ME TO DO ALL THE DIRTY WORK?! SCREW YOU! I'm NOT your secretary. And definitely not your slave. I'm fed up with you using the if-you-ask-them-they-won't-reject excuse to get me to call the people you want to see because I don't give a damn if I

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By golly! Friends, Smallville and Alias all in 2 and a half hours. That's way too much for Monday night isn't it? And what do they have on Tuesdays? Boring B-grade horror movies. Doh. Bring on Gilmore Girls instead!

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You know those shirts that are sold at pasar malams, the ones with the pierced babies? They scare the hell out of me and seriously freak me out. It's so wrong. Babies with eyebrow rings, nose chains, and shaved heads. Who on earth came up with these shirts?

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Many a times, people think they know a person very well on the basis that they've known that person for a long time. But they can't be any further from the truth. So what if you've known me for more than 5 years, or even 10. Do you have a clue to what makes me sad. What are my plans for the future? My views and my opinions? Were you there when I needed someone? Simply put, do you understand me

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When Cliqo went down and before I had this set up, I nearly died because I had all this thoughts inside of me that I needed to get out of me, but no place to put them in. As a last resort, I dug out an old notepad and started writing everything in it. Even now, with this site up, I still bring the notepad (whom I call Bessie) everywhere with me so I can write when the mood strikes me. Bessie's

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It's so apropros to have Lady Rain playing on my discman while there is a light drizzle outside. "Lady Rain, I hear you at my window Lady Rain, I need you softly falling on my face" Such a poignant song, a song that makes me want to cry and mourn for all that I've lost. A call for the lost to return. I played it a second time.

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People blog for a variety of reasons. An avenue to express their opinions, to let off steam, to keep in contact with friends and some, for mere attention's sake. I don't think I write very well, nor very meaningfully. But I do think I write with a purpose. I can't say the same for my earlier entries over at randomemories but I believe that over the past year, what I've written has been more

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I've always had this ningling thought that I've seen Lorelai Gilmore somewhere. And now I know who. Lorelai Gilmore is Dharma! How could I not have seen the similarities earlier? -smacks head- They're both quirky as hell, almost like twins, except maybe Dharma is a tad more kooky and Lorelai is more mouthy. Hmm, interesting. They even look a little alike.

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I know I'm being used when someone messages me only on the eve of tests or exams, asking if I know what there is to study and what I have studied. When that someone is not even remotely close to me and only approaches me when she needs help. Like fuck it. Do I look like I give a damn whether you haven't studied or not, or how bad your project is going? Well, if it comes as a shock to you, I

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There's this Super Idol show that I've been following for a while now. It's somewhat like American Idol, heck it probably is a ripoff from that show. Anyhow, I've always supported this contestant, Jenny Yang because she has this quality about her, where she is able to touch the hearts of the audience. Including me. And she was voted out. When it was already down to the final 3. If she had made

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"I had my last lecture in SP yesterday. The significance of that didn't hit me till this afternoon when I was on my way to school. I'm graduating. In 35 days, I will have my last paper I'll ever take in SP (hopefully, I don't fail it and end up repeating the module). And to me, that'll mark the end of my poly days. Kowaii. That's Japanese for scary. 3 years gone in a flash. In the twinkle of an

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Each time I watch Prince Of Egypt, I never fail to be moved by it. And I see things, issues discussed, that I didn't notice the previous times I watched it. Like this time round it struck me how conflicted Moses must have been, having to obey God and doing His will which would cause hurt to Rameses whom he treated and loved as his brother. To see one of God's stories on the big screen.

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And so I'm back on Blogspot again. We go through life in circles don't we? -sigh- Am in a really crazy mood now. I have no fucking idea what's wrong with me. Just that I'm really tired and that I could just sit and not do anything the entire day. The blasted headache came back with a vengence today and it's wrecking havoc, as if to make up for the lost time. I can't write anything that you'd

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